Well, I suppose some of me is dead. This body was dead, once. Well - I actually think it may be a lot of bodies that were once dead and are now me. John would know, I don't really like to remember it very much.

[The frown in her brow eases slightly, if only because she's curious. ] Did John tell you that I was dead? He told a lot of people I was dead, I've heard. He's a terrible liar.